Clear as the Brook Flows

The other day I wrote a post about the black lives matter. I wrote my own thoughts and maybe I didn’t make myself very clear, which is very possible, but what I was trying to say and also express through the photos that I took and shared is pretty simple, or at least in my eyes, everyone is equal and we should treat each other as so.

For the most part, I received good comments but I did seem to offend at least one person here on my blog and my Facebook and for this I will apologize for any misunderstanding but I won’t apologize for my thoughts.

I do believe in God and I believe that we were each created equal and although this was done so many years ago, it still stands today. Now, it is a different story if people want to group together and twist words or actions or even personal experiences to make it their own, but we are still equal.

I have been attacked emotionally in my life for what I believe in or felt at the time, and yes, it does hurt, so I do understand, but when I posted my photos it was very clear to see that children of mixed colors do not look at color. They are born innocent and want friends and are willing and eager to make friends. Not always, but kids hear adults speak about racism and the media is quick to give their thoughts if it will help sell news, but we are still no better than any other human on this earth.

I believe no matter what color, we should be treated equally by our police, local people and our government. I believe whether we have money or not, we deserve fair treatment. I believe no matter which side of the track we live on, we are still important. I believe that God created us for a purpose, a purpose for him and we are to do this job. We are to love one another as ourselves.

We are not proud of those who tear apart our cities to prove a point. It proves no point, it shows a lack of respect for others. I do believe that we have a right to peacefully protest or announce our feelings and present our desires for change.

I took some more photographs last evening of the kids in my neighborhood. I met two neighbor ladies who live side by side because I was attracted to their beautiful flowers. I am never so shy that I won’t go to the source and ask if I can photograph their beauties.

I hope I have made myself much more clear and I hope you enjoy my photos.

Your Thoughts Please

I  am  watching  Dr. PHIL, a  very  interesting  topic. People  who are strong  believers  in God, who think they can raise  the dead animals  or people.

I do believe  that  God can make many miracles  and do amazing  actions through  human life, but  I  feel  God performed  many miracles  to show us he is the almighty  God. I  don’t  believe  that we can do all things.

What are your  thoughts ?

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Whether or Not You Believe, This is Beautiful

A dear friend of mine shared this with me. I thought it was so awesome; I wanted to share it with you. Whether you believe it or not, it is beautiful to watch.

 

A TALK WITH GOD

A TALK WITH GOD

 

What can I do

Who can I ask

When I don’t like

Leaving the past

 

Who can help

Keep my memories fresh?

When I look ahead

I can’t give it my best

 

You say I have a choice?

You say I’m making it too hard?

All I have to do is this?

You say I’m the one tarred?

 

Oh I get it; your words

I completely understand

I can accept what has changed

Carry the future/past in both  hands.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

4.7.2015

 

I Don’t Know How Much More We Can Take

I heard on the news tonight about an Afghan 10 year-old girl being forced to carry a bomb on her. Here is a short story of what I heard.

A 10-year-old girl who apparently attempted to carry out a suicide attack wearing a vest packed with explosives has been detained by Afghan authorities.

The girl, named only as Spozhmai, appeared at a news conference in Lashkar Gah, capital of Helmand province.

She told how her brother, reportedly a Taliban commander, had forced her to wear the vest and ordered her to detonate herself at a police checkpoint.

“I was tired of my stepmother. My brother told me to wear the black vest, go to the police checkpoint and press the button,” she told reporters.

“I went past a river and decided to drop the vest. My brother fled and police arrested me.”

There are conflicting accounts of the incident, with some officials saying she was wearing the vest when she was arrested and others saying no vest had been recovered.

The Afghanistan-based Tolo TV news channel said the girl was unable to operate the button to detonate the explosives.

I DON’T KNOW LORD

I don’t know how much more

We can take before our government

And people unite as one

And love once reigns again.

 

How can we use our children

Dear Lord, are  you waiting

Standing back, waiting for one and all

You surely disagree with this.

 

I pray that whatever it is you wish

Dear Lord, that it comes to pass

And we are freed from this pain

Our earth is forced to endure.

 

For I don’t know how much more

I can personally take, when I

Think back and remember when

Our life was once peaceful and full of love.

 

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

1/12/2015

Breaking the Ice/ The Daily Post

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The internet has recently been swept up by the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. Is there a cause — social, political, cultural, or other — you passionately believe in? Tell us how you got involved — or why you don’t get involved.

I have two causes which I believe in and try to spread to others through my actions and words.

My first cause of course is God. I have drifted in and out of God’ s view different times in my life. I was baptized when I was ten years old at church camp. From there I just faded in like clouds according to how my life was going. There were plenty of times that I thought I didn’t need God. Other times I wanted proof he existed. After all, we are a world who needs proof.

In a way that is hysterical as an excuse. There are people out there who don’t have proof until they find themselves laying in a dark and gloomy box after trying drugs. There are females that think they know  they can have sex without becoming pregnant, and then losing the baby to another home or maybe worse, then  discover their full-proof theory didn’t work.

I finally got it through my thick-skin head that I needed God. I could and can do nothing without his guidance and help. I learned that I am to witness to others, so this is my most important cause in life.

My second cause is to spread the word about a very rare illness called MSA, which stands for Multiple System Atrophy. This is a terminal illness with no known cure as of yet. It is so rare that getting donations is very difficult to do.

We need donations so a cure can be found. We need caregivers, families, and doctors to spread the word. We need more information on our Google and other search engines for people to read about.

MSA is an illness that for most, cut the ties that allow your body to move. My brother had this for seven, long years. It left him crippled, bed bound, not able to speak, swallow, eat, focus, contain bodily fluids. He lost his communication skills and he lost his ability to remain a man.

He laid in bed, bound inside the rails for six months, with me completing all tasks for him. He lost his pride also. The worst part of MSA in my opinion was not what he lost; but what he kept.

He still had his memories. MSA does not usually affect the memories. This caused great embarrassment to Al, my brother. He knew that at one time he had worked, driven, made decisions, went to the bathroom on his own, bathed himself, fed himself, cashed his paychecks, went to church, decided if he wanted to sleep in or not.

He could choose his own clothes to wear, decided what day he would go to the grocery store, pick out his own foods, tie his shoes. Folks, the list could go on and on. This illness strips everything and it did for Al. When he died  he had went from 295 pounds to 130 pounds. When I looked into his casket, I couldn’t recognize Al, I could only reflect on my memories of him from earlier times.

If you want to help a cause and you can’t decide which one to help, please consider helping MSA. I am not saying Feed the Children is not a good program, or that Cancer research is not worthy of your monies; but MSA– has little funding coming in.

No funding means no research. No research means no cure. No cure means every week when I look at my Facebook MSA pages, another soul has earned his wings, as Bonnie Llewellyn, always says.

Go to the link below I will provide you with. Make a donation. Make it a dollar, five dollars, ten or twenty. Hell, make it one hundred. The point is; just make it. The life you save may be your own or someone you know as a family or friend. After all, my friends, MSA is most commonly misdiagnosed for the first few years as Parkinson’s Disease, and I am pretty sure we are all familiar with those words.

 

http://www.curesma.org/

I Felt Your Presence

I Felt Your Presence

I Felt Your Presence

On the day you left me

The winds were cold

A chill in the air

Tears falling gently

Music played softly

Hugs and handshakes

Familiar words spoken

Light rose once again

Darkness fell behind

But as you were

Being laid to rest

God gave me a gentle nudge

I looked up to the skies

And saw the most

Elegant, the largest

Gentle snow flakes falling.

I miss you buddy

You are forever in…

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I Felt Your Presence

I Felt Your Presence

 

On the day you left me

The winds were cold

A chill in the air

Tears falling gently

Music played softly

Hugs and handshakes

Familiar words spoken

Light rose once again

Darkness fell behind

But as you were

Being laid to rest

God gave me a gentle nudge

I looked up to the skies

And saw the most

Elegant, the largest

Gentle snow flakes falling.

I miss you buddy

You are forever in my thoughts.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

04.05.2014

Daily Prompt; Twilight Zone, ( I Couldn’t Help Crying While Writing This)

Daily Prompt; Twilight Zone, ( I Couldn’t Help Crying While Writing This)

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Ever have an experience that felt surreal, as though you’d been suddenly transported into the twilight zone, where time seemed to warp, perhaps slowing down or speeding up? Tell us all about it. If you haven’t had an experience in real life that you can draw from, write a fictional account of a surreal experience.

Photographers, artists, poets:…

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